rating: not totally sure yet..pg to pg-13 for language.
disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, never have, probably never will. If I did own Gilmore Girls, lots of things would be different.
Summary: This is a definite AU fic set in season one. It's Rory's first day at Chilton and she's already having trouble getting along with the other kids. She runs into Paris Gellar, who hates her already for her good grades and intelligence. She meets Tristan DuGrey, who constantly calls her 'Mary', and she meets Dean Forester, Tristan's best friend. This is a fic basically about what would've happened if Tristan and Dean were friend and both had a thing for Rory.
A/N: I'm both a die hard narco and a die-hard trory, so the story could end either ways or have alternate endings. I'm also a Tristan/Louise shipper, so who knows, if Rory ends up with Dean Tristan may end up with Louise...there are lots of possibilities ;)
A/N 2: This is also my first fic, so try not to get too nasty in the review. The first chapter or two may be boring, but I promise that if I decide to continue, the updates will be better. I also used a lot of stuff from the second episode of the first season, "The Lorelai's First Day at Chilton" so some dialogue and descriptions/names will be taken from there.
Chapter One — Lorelai's First Day At Chilton
Chapter One — Lorelai's First Day At Chilton
Not more than an hour in school and my first day sucks, Rory Gilmore thought. It's bad enough I got the 'late girl' label, but it's even worse that Mom came dressed as Daisy Duke to meet the headmaster. Plus, the headmaster has no faith in me. He thinks I can't catch up. I'll just have to prove him wrong, won't I?
These and many other thoughts were racing through the mind of sixteen-year-old Rory Gilmore as she sat quietly in her first class of the day, listening to the teacher's lecture. She glanced away from the teacher for a moment, while she and a majority of the class noticed a blonde-haired boy entering the classroom with a note in his hand.
The teacher apparently noticed the blonde boy, too, because he stopped teaching to address him.
"Ah, Mr. DuGrey, good of you to join us."
"Sir." The DuGrey boy replied, handing the teacher a slightly crumpled white slip.
"Have a seat, Mr. DuGrey. I'm glad your grandfather is feeling better."
"Thank you, sir, he is." The DuGrey boy said before taking a seat behind a brown-haired boy.
The teacher returned to his lecture, and Rory also returned her attention to the teacher. The DuGrey boy, however, seemed uninterested in the class and leaned forward to speak to the boy in front of him.
"Hey, Dean," he whispered. "Who's that?"
The boy named Dean turned slightly in his seat and looked at the blonde boy.
"Who're you talking about, Tristan?" Dean asked.
Tristan DuGrey pointed to Rory. "Her. Who's she?"
"Oh," Dean said, turning and looking at Rory. "New girl."
"Looks like we got ourselves a Mary, Dean-o." Tristan said with a smirk, and lightly hitting Dean's shoulder.
The bell rang, cutting off the teacher's final words. The students quickly rose, gathered their books and filed out of the classroom, and as Rory headed for the door, the teacher looked up from his desk.
"Miss Gilmore, would you come here please?" he asked.
Rory nodded nervously and approached the teacher, who digs into one of his drawers and pulls out a large black three-ringed binder.
"These are last week's study material, Miss Gilmore." The teacher began. "There will be a test on them tomorrow, but since you're new, I'll allow you to take the make-up exam on Monday. Is that a sufficient amount of time?"
Rory simply nodded, picking up the heavy binder.
"Of course, that's all just an overview. I would advise you to borrow notes from someone. They tend to be more detailed."
How can anything get more detailed than this? Rory thought.
"Oh, sure. I'll get them." She said.
She then exited the classroom. Before she could take more than three steps away from the doorway, a girl with long blonde hair appeared.
"Oh, hi," Rory muttered before colliding with her.
"I'm Paris." The girl said.
"Where'd you come from?" Rory asked.
"I know who you are, too. Lorelai Gilmore from Stars Hollow."
"Actually, you can call me Rory." Rory said politely.
"Are you going out for the Franklin?" Paris asked in a menacing voice.
"The what?"
"The Franklin, the school newspaper, are you going out for it?" Paris said, her patience quickly starting to leave her.
"Um, I don't know. I think I'd like to find my locker first."
"I'm gonna be editor next year."
"That's great for you." Rory said.
"I'm also the top of the class, and I intend to be valedictorian when I graduate." Paris said in a stern tone.
"Okay, I'm gonna go now." Rory said and slightly rolled her eyes.
"You'll never catch up. You'll never beat me. This school and the Franklin are my domain, and don't you forget that." She then turned and hastily walked to her next class.
She's definitely not lending me her notes…Rory thought.
Rory began down the hall, pulling out a slip of paper with her locker number on it. She carefully looked at each locker, making sure she hadn't gone too far. As she did this, the same blonde-haired boy from her previous class, Tristan, approached her.
"Hey, Mary." He smirked.
"Me?" Rory said, looking away from the lockers and around the hall for a girl who he may have mistaken her with.
"Yeah, you."
"My name's Rory."
"And I'm Tristan." He said with the same smirk. "So you're new here?"
"Yeah, it's actually my first day."
"Well Remmy's class is pretty rough." Tristan pointed out.
"I noticed. It seemed intense."
"I could loan you my notes if you want." Tristan said, still smirking.
"Really? That would be great!" Rory said, relieved.
"How great?" Tristan grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"Remmy said the notes were pretty important…"
"I could even help you study." Tristan added.
"Um, no thanks." Rory said. "I kind of view studying as a solitary activity."
"Okay. Bye Mary." He smirks once more before leaving.
"It's Rory." She says in an irritated voice.
Tristan DuGrey looked back only once as he walked away from Rory. When he turned back around he was faced with Dean, the boy from Remmy's class.
"You're very good at that." Tristan said. "Almost as good as Paris Gellar."
"Wow, I'm flattered," Dean said sarcastically, beginning to walk alongside Tristan. "So you talked to the new girl?"
"Yeah." Tristan nodded, and then added a grin. "She's a definite Mary. Offered her my notes and told her I could study with her."
"A lot of good that would do," Dean snorted.
"She turned me down, though, on the studying part." Tristan added, a hint of sorrow in his voice.
"Well," Dean said as they came to a classroom doorway. "At least we know for sure that she's smart."
Dean gave his own smirk, but Tristan appeared less amused.
"Sorry, man," Dean began, "But you're not exactly the brains of our dynamic duo."
"I can be just as smart as you, Forrester. I just choose to focus more on the extracurricular activities of school than the actual school, if you know what I mean." With this, Tristan smirked and entered the classroom. Dean simply shook his head.
The clanking of a stuck locker filled the hallway, which was loud to begin with. Rory pulled on the handle of the locker, but with no success. The door wouldn't budge.
Great, I'm going to be late to my next class because of this stupid thing, Rory though as she angrily jerked on the handle once more. This time it flew open, sending Rory back a step or two and into another student. The project in the boy's hands fell and crashed to the ground.
Rory's eyes widened as she watched the castle project fall to the floor. She looked at the boy, whose face was well hidden by brown hair.
"I am so sorry," Rory began apologizing but the boy shook his head.
"Don't worry about it." He said softly.
"But I wrecked your project."
He shrugged. "I didn't spend much time on it."
"It doesn't matter, you'll get an incomplete because of me."
"Again, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault your locker was stuck." He said, and added. "I wish you'd wait a second, though, I was coming over to help you with it."
Rory frowned and opened her mouth to apologize but he held up a hand again. Instead of being angry with her, he picked up the books that she'd dropped along with his own.
"So you're that new girl, right?" He said handing her the books.
"Is it that obvious?" Rory said shyly taking the books and putting them inside the locker.
"It's not that, it's just that my friend and I know practically everyone at this school. We know if there's a new student." He explained.
"Okay, well I'm Rory Gilmore." She said shyly again.
"Dean Forrester." He said with a half-smile.
"Well, Dean," Rory said. "I was wondering if you could tell me where Mrs. Ness' class is?"
"Sure, that's actually my next class." He said turning to look at the classroom across from them. "It's that one right there."
"Oh, thanks," she said walking alongside him across the hallway.
Rory frowned once she saw who else was in this class. Seated in the first row was Paris Gellar, and in the back was Tristan DuGrey. She noticed there were only a few empty seats remaining. She would have to either sit by Tristan or Paris.
I'll take my chances with Tristan, Rory thought as she followed Dean, who sat down in front of Tristan. Rory took the desk beside Dean right when the bell rang.
"Hey, where's your project?" Tristan leaned in and whispered into Dean's ear.
"Don't have it." Dean said in a simple tone.
"You don't have it? You never miss an assignment."
Tristan wanted to press on and get details of Dean's missing project, but Mrs. Ness' voice cut him off.
"Today, class, we will start off where we left Friday, and that is with our projects." Mrs. Ness looked down at a sheet of paper and then directly at Dean. "Mr. Forrester, your project please."
"I don't have it, ma'am." Dean said with slight difficulty.
"Then you shall receive a zero, Mr. Forrester." She said unsympathetically. "I'd expected from you, though."
She looked back down at the list and was about to call on the next person, but Rory stood up, catching the teacher's attention.
"Yes?" She said, slightly annoyed.
"Um, it's my fault he doesn't have his project." Rory said.
"And who are you?" The teacher asked.
"Rory Gilmore." Rory answered.
"I don't have a Rory here, but I do have a Lorelai." The teacher said, uninterested in the news Rory was giving her.
"I go by both, ma'am."
"Well pick one."
"Uh, Rory."
"Well, Rory, you say it's your fault Mr. Forrester doesn't have his project?"
Rory nodded. The teacher continued:
"Well then Miss Gilmore you will help Mr. Forrester re-do his project. You will have until tomorrow. Is that sufficient time?"
Rory nodded once more and lowered herself to sit, but was interrupted.
"Class, while Miss Gilmore is standing, please welcome her." The teacher said looking back down at the sheet of paper.
"Hello, Rory," the class said in unison in a bored and tired voice.
It was Tristan who gave an energetic greeting. "Hello, Mary,"
Dean seemed less enthusiastic than Tristan. As Mrs. Ness moved onto the next person, who happened to be Paris Gellar, he leaned over to Rory.
"Why'd you do that?" He asked.
"I felt bad for ruining your project, so I wanted to make it up to you." Rory said in a whispering tone.
"I told you not to worry about it, though."
"I don't always do what I'm told, you know."
This statement received a smirk from Tristan, who tapped his pen softly on his notebook.
Dean sighed. "Okay, well where do you wanna meet, then?"
"I don't know…" Rory said as she trailed off to think of a location.
"How about your place? You don't live far from here do you?"
"Not very far." She answered.
"Good. I'll get directions after class and I'll see you as soon as I can." Dean said and turned to face the front of the class.
Rory walked across the courtyard of Chilton to where her mother was meant to pick her up. She took off her bookbag and placed it on the ground near her and then tied her hair back. Her eyes searched the courtyard for a place to sit and saw that most of the benches were already occupied. She chose the first of the two vacant benches, which happened to be the closer of the two. She sat with her yellow bookbag between her legs, humming to an unrecognizable song. She was so far deep into her dreamland that she didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching her, or see the navy blue of his uniform as he stood in front of her. No, she didn't snap out of it until he spoke, then she looked up, blushing with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." She said sheepishly.
"So…looks like I'm coming home with you." Dean said with a grin.
Rory could imagine what her mother would say, 'First day of school and you're already bringing a guy home?'
"I'll have to check with my mom first, but she'll probably say it's okay." Rory spoke. "You have everything we need, right?"
Dean nodded and then took a seat beside her. A moment later a Jeep pulls up to the courtyard and out comes Lorelai Gilmore, holding two coffees. Rory smiled wide and got up, walking quickly to her mother. When she reached her, she wrapped her arms around her in a monstrous hug.
"Hey, babe, I missed you too." She said as she began to pull away. Rory protested.
"Oh, okay, still hugging."
"Today sucked. I've got so much catching up to do, this one girl already hates me, one of the boys keeps calling me Mary, and I destroyed this other boy's project." Rory said.
"Really? Mary? I can't believe they're still using that." Lorelai said as she headed for the Jeep.
"Why? What's it mean?" Rory asked, not moving.
"It's like the Virgin Mary. It means they think you're a goody-goody." Lorelai explained.
"You're kidding?" Rory wondered. "Well what If I'd looked like a slut?"
"Ah, then they would have added a 'Magdalene' to that." Lorelai said with a wide grin.
"Wow. Biblical insults. This school is advanced."
Dean watched from his place on the bench as Rory approached a woman holding coffee and embraced her.
Must be her mother, he thought, But she's pretty young to be a mom.
He watched as they talked and saw that the mother was heading for the Jeep. He got up and grabbed Rory's bookbag, then made his way over to the two Gilmores.
"This school is advanced," he heard Rory say as he approached.
"Oh, hello." Lorelai said once she spotted Dean.
"Hi." Dean replied with a short wave of a hand. "Uh, here."
He handed Rory her bookbag and awkwardly looked from mother to daughter.
"Mom, this is Dean. He's the guy I told you about. I broke his project." She said with a hint of guilt.
"I told her it wasn't a big deal, but she insisted on helping me re-do it." Dean explained to Lorelai.
"That's Rory for ya. Always wanting to help people."
"Mom," Rory said. "Is it okay if Dean comes home with us? We need to get the project done by tomorrow."
"Oh," Lorelai said, her tone of voice changing slightly. "Sure, why not. Hop in Dean, and buckle up."
Dean smiled and entered the Jeep. Rory headed for the passenger side when Lorelai handed her a coffee.
"First day of school and you're already bringing guys home?" Lorelai pointed out.
She turned and entered the car, leaving Rory with the coffee and rolling her eyes.
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A/N: so that's the end of the first chapter..let me know what you think...